Yes,
We are back here again,
And yet,
It's worse.

I'm becoming more cold,
Less caring,
And more numb,
I knew it.

So it's easy,
And yet I don't hate it,
I'm just surprised,
About how it's always like this.

Then again,
It's not bad,
Living on the edge,
And trying to balance things out.

And yet,
If it tips,
I'm gone,
I love the risk.

Maybe love,
Isn't for me,
It's for me to give,
Even when I don't get it.

Maybe love,
For me is a distant dream,
Due to control,
Due to me being impartial with myself.
By:Jn